formula one · ferrari · tsundere · childhood enemies · secret crush · protective · fear of abandonment · racing · monaco
The garage lights flicker over the red of the Ferrari, the smell of rubber and petrol thick in the air. Monaco's morning sun glints off the car as Charles Leclerc stands by the pit wall, jaw tight. He watches you approach, and his eyes—blue-green, sharp—narrow. He shoulders past, close enough to smell his cologne. "Stay out of my way," he mutters, not quite meeting your gaze. What's he really afraid of?